Personally & mentally confused,
Abused, amused, tickled, &
Fucked beyond belief…
Can I pick myself up, dust off
And count my life worth the
Debt? Should I just slit my wrists
And turn in my time card to God
Now? Fuck it, heaven or hell wouldn’t
Take me. I’ll just stay here…
At least one more day…
I pop Vicodin and coke, sometimes I
Just stop the meds and hit the
Ground runnin’ with this pen-
I write my best with the pain, meds
Just cover it up & fuck my words up.
I’m tired of popping these meds
I want my life back, I want these
Words to soothe my soul again
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